“The earliest memories I have of my mother must have been when I was around five. One was baking cakes, which she loved to do. I can see them now ready in the pantry for Christmas; there was fruit cake, both the dark and the light, for which the citron and raisins, currants and spices, had been set out in little piles; there was rosie cake, tinted with cochineal; marble cake, with streaking of chocolate and white; spice cake, angel cake; coconut cake; sponge cake; pound cake, and others; one Christmas there were seventeen of them.”
—Stark Young from his memoir The Pavilion: of People and Times Remembered, of Stories and Places
Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
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Looks like an avant-garde artist arranged the photograph.
Lol! Just a good excuse to make a coconut cake!